FOUR XI because you go away i give roses who will advise even yourself,lady in the most certainly(of what we everywhere do not touch)deep things; remembering ever so tinily these,your crisp eyes atually shall contain new faeries (and if your slim lips are amused,no wisest painter of fragile Marys will understand how smiling may be made as skilfully.) But carry also,with that indolent and with this flower wholly whom you do not ever fear, me in your heart softly;not all but the beginning of mySelf